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Just a little gas
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A very old song I wrote when my children were little. It amused them at the time, and the sound effects still amuse me now. I worked long and hard with that trumpet!
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When I was in primary school in Zimbabwe, I used to gather the kids around in the school yard at lunch time to sit on a giant tractor tyre. I'd stand on one side of it with them in a semi circle on the other and sing Abba songs, ( the only songs I knew the words to) The applause was addictive! It was a rush that I wanted to have repeated again and again. It fueled this naive dream whilst spending many hours singing into a hair brush in front of the mirror, that one day I'd be a famous singer/songwriter, with an even bigger audience and even more applause. Now after all these years I am thirty nine years old, married with four kids. I still write songs... inbetween loads of laundry and burning the dinner. I'm not famous, I'm not rich, I don't have thousands of fans in the stadium screaming for an encore. With todays measure of success which seems to be one which appears to incorporate these sorts of things... - being "signed", - material being played on mainstream commercial radio - a substancial income from writing music - a huge fan base who are interested in hearing more.... Well, I suppose I am "unsuccessful" as a singer/songwriter. Does not having achieved that kind of "success" bother me? No, not really, not now. Would I like to make money from writing and singing? Sure....I'd use that money to buy better equipment so I could continue to improve upon my material, but money and all those above things are not why I write songs. It began, as a teenager, with a need to simply express my thoughts and feelings, and it has turned full circle after many years of trying to write what I felt was up to par with what was being played on commercial radio, back to... simply a need to express my thoughts and feelings. I suppose I have turned away from wanting to please the music industry, to wanting to please myself. I want to write songs about things that are a part of my reality, or in a lot of cases, my fantasy. I figure much of what I experience , feel and laugh over or cry over is pretty much what a lot of other people can relate to, so I don't feel I am being selfish to whatever willing listening audience might be out there. As far as the music business is concerned, from what I can see and hear, it's a pretty shallow industry that has little to do with the pool of creativity within those of us lucky enough to have the inspiration, and need, in which to express ourselves through music. It's about money and illusion. A sea of "beautiful people" performing banal cookie cutter tunes, one hit wonders in many cases. And there is no shortage of those kind of puppet on a string "stars". Pop star idols, Country idols.....Rock idols.... As long as they have nice bits to shake and can somewhat hold a note.... (Not that in the recording business that that is even so important these days...) Am I jaded? Probably. I'd like to still have nice bits to shake...(they're all heading south these days.) But there is more to people than their bits don't you think? Much more fascinating bits anyway. So that's why on my music page you will find a whole range of styles ...a very ecclectic mix of music and songs (all in various states of undress production wise.) It's me, trying to get in touch with all my "bits". I invite you to sit on this giant tractor tyre with me a while and let me sing for a bit. You won't hear any Abba songs but I hope you will enjoy what you do hear.
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Podcasts Comedy
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#994 today Peak #24
#177 in subgenre Peak #6
Author
Tracy Lundgren
Uploaded
March 18, 2012
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MP3 1.8 MB 128 kbps 2:00
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My daddy says there’s a mouse under his chair He’s got a little trumpet song he’d really like to share He says if I pull his finger hard that mouse will take the cue And delight us with a little trumpet tune Don’t worry mother it’s really not so bad I understand how little things amuse our dear old dad Don’t worry mother it’s just a little gas You know he’s gonna blow up, if he doesn’t let it pass My daddy say’s there’s an elephant in the bathroom An elephant who’s responsible for making such a din He say’s it fell down the toilet bowl,got flushed into the ocean It doesn’t really matter though co’s elephants can swim! Don’t worry mother it’s really not so bad I understand how little things amuse our dear old dad Don’t worry mother it’s just a little gas You know he’s gonna blow up, if he doesn’t let it pass My daddy say’s it’s unhealthy to keep things in “You have to learn to express yourself” he tells me with a grin My dad and I we polished off twenty baked bean tins Been expressing ourselves ever since Don’t worry mother it’s really not so bad Just understand how little things amuse me and dad Don’t worry mother it’s just a little gas You know we’re gonna blow up, if we don’t let it pass Don’t worry mother, it’s gonna turn out fine These elephants and little mice are havin’ a grand old time Don’t worry mother, even the Queen herself has gas And you know we’re gonna blow up, if we don’t let it pass!
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